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From the hole I'd dug under the neighbor's shrub, I watched a light turn on early the day Gabby was due. The woman, Rachel-I'd read her name on the mail-started to open the windows. It was still pleasant out, summer not yet ready to leave. After a while, the smell of cleaning products drifted out. The neighborhood slowly woke as she cleaned and sang to some music. I stayed where I was, watching through the fence.
For such a small house, it took some time before she finished and the music turned off. It wasn't long after that the front door opened.
The neighbors had already left their house so I crawled out from under the shrub and stretched. In the distance, I heard the familiar rumble of Sam's truck. A tightness grew in my chest. She was almost here. As much as I wanted to see her, I didn't want her to see me. Not yet.
Quietly, crossing through the yards, I made my way to the end of the block where Sam's exhaust already clogged the air. I crossed the street then cut between yards, putting another block between Gabby and me. I didn't want to chance her spotting me. Sitting in the front yard of an empty house, I waited, listening for Sam's truck again.
I imagined it would take some time to move her things in and for Sam to talk to Rachel to ensure Gabby would be safe there. But it wasn't long before the truck rumbled to life once again. The distant noise made my pulse jump, and I took a steadying breath. It was almost time. I was nervous as hell about approaching her.
After a moment, Sam's truck passed. He nodded to me, and I nodded back.
Take care of her. It wasn't a command from an Elder, just a request from someone who cared.
I will.
I sat in the shade, impatiently waiting for the right amount of time to pass. I wanted her to settle in, to feel comfortable.
A car zipped past me, and I did a double take at the passenger. Gabby.
Damn it.
I caught a glimpse of Rachel's animated face before they sped out of view. Where were they going? Sam had barely left. What was Gabby doing? Rachel had seemed excited about something. What? A sick feeling settled into my gut. What if Rachel had taken Gabby somewhere she could meet other men? Human women seemed to do that a lot.
I pulled my lips back in a silent snarl. I could try to follow them but knew I'd lose their trail with all the traffic in town. So I turned and made my way back to the house.
For three hours, I paced their backyard before I heard a car slow near the house. I darted behind the shed and waited.
The sound of Gabby's voice as she laughed at something Rachel said made my insides twist. Then I heard Rachel say something about sunbathing. Gabby agreed and followed Rachel inside. I frowned. They weren't leaving again, were they? Nothing was going as planned.
The building frustration fled as I realized what I'd just heard. Gabby didn't talk to women her own age. In the weeks I'd watched her, she'd avoided them. Why was she talking to Rachel? Something about Rachel was different. But what?
A few minutes after they'd disappeared inside, Rachel reappeared with towels in her arms. The breeze blew her scent toward me, and I lifted my nose. Excitement added a hint of sweetness to it. I watched her shake out the towels and lay them on the deck.
My idea had been to approach Gabby once she'd settled in so she'd know I was there to join her. I had on the tags I'd made to help drive home that point. But maybe approaching Gabby wasn't the best course.
I silently stepped out from behind the shed, trotted across the yard, and up the steps before Rachel noticed me. With her back to me, she settled onto the far towel. If I'd been in human form, I would have wiped my sweaty palms on my pants. Instead, I took a fortifying breath, then lay down next to her.
She squeaked and jolted away from me as she turned to look at what had brushed against her.
Her face was inches from mine. She didn't scream as I'd half-expected. With a grin, she offered her hand. Mentally sighing, I dutifully sniffed her. She grinned wider when I finished, then she reached out and scratched behind my ear. It actually felt pretty good. Better than scratching it myself.
"Where did you come from, handsome?" she said softly. Her hand brushed down my neck-it made me slightly uncomfortable-and ran over the rope holding my tags.
"What's this?" Her fingers hooked under the line, and my tags jingled. I wanted to grin as she brought the piece of metal around to read it.
"A good home, huh? I wonder if Gabby likes dogs."
Probably not. I sighed, laid my head on my paws, and gave Rachel my best woeful look.
"Aw, I'm sure she does. Look at you. What's not to like?"
My thoughts exactly.
Just then, Gabby stepped out in a pink bathing suit that left more skin exposed than covered. The sight of her soft pale stomach had me raising my head and swallowing hard.
"Gabby, look," Rachel said in a pitch that made my ears ache. "A dog!"
Had my future not been riding on this moment, Gabby's reaction might have been comical. Her eyes rounded as she froze and stared at me.
Small, pink triangles of material covered her chest and small, tight shorts covered her bottom. I stared, letting the image burn into my memory. Gabby in a swimsuit. I swallowed again and tried to breathe. I decided pink was my new favorite color.
Rachel's fingers continued to ruffle the fur around my neck. I met Gabby's gaze, wondering if she minded. I doubted it. Still, it made me uncomfortable to have Rachel touch me in front of Gabby. I didn't want Gabby to doubt I was hers.
Turning my head, I moved out of Rachel's reach. Rachel shifted to a sitting position and tried to reach me again.
"It just walked up the porch steps and lay right down. I nearly peed myself. Have you ever seen a dog this big before? What kind do you think it is?"
I gave up and let her pet me again while I held Gabby's gaze. The breeze carried the sour tang of doubt and suspicion.
"And you're not going to believe what its tag says," Rachel said. "'If found, please provide a good home.' Isn't that funny?"
She ruffled my neck fur, which made my tags jingle, but I ignored her as I waited for Gabby's reaction.
"Yeah. Funny."
She didn't sound amused. She turned away as if to go back inside.
"His tag also says his name is Clay. What do you think? Should we keep him?"
Gabby spun and stared at Rachel. I didn't need to smell her shock and disbelief. Who had she thought I was?
"What?" she said, disbelief clear on her features.
She glanced back down at me.
Did she seriously think I'd let some other pup come here?
"Aw, you aren't allergic are you?" Rachel asked. "The lease says a single pet is allowed as long as it's licensed."
Gabby hesitated as she continued to stare at me with distrust. Unwilling to consider what that meant, I sighed and laid my head back on my paws. The move had softened Rachel; maybe it would work on Gabby.
"No, I'm not allergic," she finally said.
"Good. He's so cute!" Rachel scratched behind my ears, and I closed my eyes pretending it was Gabby.
"I'm going back in," Gabby said, bursting my dream. I leapt to my feet before she reached the door and moved closer. She looked down at me, then at Rachel.
"Looks like another guy who can't take his eyes off you," Rachel said.
What did she mean by that? Who else had been looking at Gabby? I glanced at her suit again and clamped my jaw shut.
"Living with you is going to be a riot." Rachel laughed and picked up the towels. "Let's all go in. The neighbor's tree is going to shade the deck soon, anyway."
Gabby opened the door, and I quickly darted in past her. I sat just inside the door, waiting for her. She held the door for Rachel, and I worried that Gabby might try to run again. But she didn't. She took a deep breath and followed Rachel in.
"We can keep him. But he's going to shed everywhere," Gabby said as she walked
away.
Her irritation kept me glued to my spot. I wouldn't press her. I was in the house, and she hadn't run. For now, that was enough.